“in the morning, you can forget it. you can go back to pretending you don't like me, and i can pretend that i don't care. but for tonight, let me pretend you're mine.”
“we both know we have chemistry. there’s never been a single doubt as to whether or not we have chemistry.”
She flicks up an eyebrow.
“so why don’t you cut this bullshit about needing to find out, and just tell me what you really want.”
"my bloody, cherry-flavored little killer. she would bring the reaper of souls himself to his knees. angels would raise hell and condemn heaven for a peek."
